Caleb groans, leaning into the kiss, curling down so Michael doesn't have to stretch so much. He cups his face, buries his fingers into his hair, pulls him close, like he can drink him in.

Pulling away to speak is the hardest thing Caleb's ever done, but it's important. His brow is furrowed in concentration, but he nods.

"I've, I've never done this before," he admits, and blushes a little. "I've, I'm. I'm a virgin."